Monark's "Anti-Deadpool" spell consisted of five steps.
Skin grafting, lighting, hair transplantation, reshaping, and deodorization.
Once that entire series of spells had been cast on Deadpool, he would no longer be the person he was now. At the very least, he would become less disgusting.
Su Ming imagined it, photoshopping Wade's appearance in his mind and adding all kinds of filters. Maybe he really would become presentable.
As long as Monark was immune to the Old God appearance that worked like Deadpool's aura, a Mage had plenty of ways to deal with a pure fighter like Wade.
And after enjoying so many benefits, why would Wade ever provoke the Magic Prince again?
If Monark ever felt unhappy, he could simply revoke those beautification effects. Wade would become ugly and filthy again, back in the category of combustible trash.
After regaining a normal person's appearance, losing it again would probably hurt more than being killed. If Monark used that to threaten him, making Wade offer up his ass would not be impossible.
Little Cousin's integrity was practically nonexistent anyway. It only depended on how much integrity the Magic Prince had left.
"Dark. Too dark."
Su Ming shook his head with a sigh, his gaze toward Monark filled with sorrow.
Was this the collapse of morality? Or the loss of humanity?
Monark irritably pushed open a hatch, glanced into the empty darkness beyond, and gestured for him to enter. "I learned it all from you. His appearance is Deadpool's weakness too, isn't it?"
Su Ming drew his weapon just in case and stepped through the door first. Looking around, he replied, "Him? He has so many weaknesses it's ridiculous. Wine, women, wealth, and status can all tempt him. Naturally, there are also his appearance problems, cancer, girlfriend, housekeeper Al, the rubber duck